Pleasures
I like to find
what's not found
at once, but lies . . .
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Poem
I lived in the first century of world wars.
Most mornings I would be more or less insane,
The newspapers would arrive with their careless stories, . . .
Poem for My Twentieth Birthday
Passing the American graveyard, for my birthday
the crosses stuttering, white on tropical green,
the years’ quick focus of faces I do not remember . . .
. . .
The Poet
Out of the deep and the dark,
A sparkling mystery, a shape,
Something perfect, . . .
A Poison Tree
I was angry with my friend;
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe: . . .
Possible Answers to Prayer
Your petitions—though they continue to bear
just the one signature—have been duly recorded.
Your anxieties—despite their constant, . . .
Prayer
Over a dock railing, I watch the minnows, thousands, swirl
themselves, each a minuscule muscle, but also, without the
way to create current, making of their unison (turning, re- . . .
Prayer for My Father
Your head is still
restless, rolling
east and west. . . .
Pride
Crowned with a feathered helmet,
Not for disguise or courtship
Dance, he looks like something . . .
The Princess: Now Sleeps the Crimson Petal
Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white;
Nor waves the cypress in the palace walk;
Nor winks the gold fin in the porphyry font.
. . .